I really really want to read this book..
I hope I will find it, and buy it.
"I just need to know that someone out there listens and understands and doesn't try to sleep with people even if they could have. I need to know that these people exist."
"So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be."
"And in that moment, I swear we were infinite."
"I would die for you. But I won't live for you."
"There's nothing like deep breaths after laughing that hard. Nothing in the world like a sore stomach for the right reasons."
"Enjoy it. Because it's happening."
"We didn't talk about anything heavy or light. We were just there together. And that was enough"
"It was the kind of kiss that made me know that I was never so happy in my whole life."
"I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning."
"And I guess I realized at that moment that I really did love her. Because there was nothing to gain, and that didn't matter."
"And all the books you've read have been read by other people. And all the songs you've loved have been heard by other people. And that girl that's pretty to you is pretty to other people. and that if you looked at these facts when you were happy, you would feel great because you are describing 'unity."
"Just tell me how to be different in a way that makes sense. To make this all go away. And disappear. I know that's wrong, because it's my responsibility, and I know things have to get worse before they get better. I walk around the school hallways and look at the people. I look at the teachers and wonder why their here. If they like their jobs. Or us. I wonder how smart they were when they were fifteen. Not in a mean way. In a curious way. It's like looking at all the students and wondering who's had their heart broken that day. And how they cope with having three quizzes and a book report. On top of that. Or wondering who did the heart breaking. And wondering why. Especially since I know that if they went to another school, the person who had their heart broken would have had their heart broken by somebody else, so why does it have to be personal? It's much easier to not know things sometimes. Things change and friends leave. And life doesn't stop for anybody. I wanted to laugh. Or maybe get mad. Or maybe shrug at how strange everybody was, especially me. I think the idea is that every person has to live for his or her own life and than make the choice to share it with other people. You can't just sit their and put everybody's lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You just can't. You have to do things. I'm going to do what I want to do. I'm going to be who I really am. And I'm going to figure out what that is. And we could all sit around and wonder and feel bad about each other and blame a lot of people for what they did or didn't do or what they didn't know. I don't know. I guess there could always be someone to blame. It's just different. Maybe it's good to put things in perspective, but sometimes, I think that the only perspective is to really be there. Because it's okay to feel things. I was really there. And that was enough to make me feel infinite. I feel infinite."
"I wanted to laugh. Or maybe get mad. Or maybe shrug at how strange everyone was, especially me."
"If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don't want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it, too. I want them to be able to do whatever they want around me."
"I am both happy and sad at the same time, and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be."
"it's strange because sometimes, I read a book, and I think I am the people in the book."
"This moment will just be another story someday."
"I have decided that maybe I want to write when I grow up. I just don't know what I would write."
"there is this one photograph... that is just beautiful. it would be impossible to describe how beautiful it is, but I’ll try. if you listen to the song “asleep,” and you think about those pretty weather days that make you remember things, and you think about the prettiest eyes you’ve known, and you cry and the person holds you back, then i think you will see the photograph. "
"I just don't want you to worry about me, or think you've met me, or waste your time anymore."
"Something really is wrong with me. And I don't know what it is."
"You can't just sit there and put everyone's lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You just can't. You have to do things."
P.S: since I know there are so many people that read this post, I just want to tell you I write something about this book. you can see it here and here :)
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